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The Call of Ixodes
05:06
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Tick tack
These clocks won’t crack
They chime and drum for yet another hack
The time has come, the annual pest and plague is back
The tick attack
in massive characters all lacquered black
A made-up massacre, a cul-de-sac
Tactics
Strategic tricks
amongst the verminated derelicts
Whose tongues determine within 666 ixodic licks
they can tack the ticks
To reaffirm misguided fear ethics
and be a Hermes to the heretics
Heed the call of Ixodes
They feed off the fears that crawl
Heed the call of Ixodes
So read, weep or tear it all apart
Knock knock
Who’s there to rock?
To wreak havoc and fuck a phantom flock
To break the clock that’s stuck at shock in a chronic dead-end lock
like tick tack tock
Huh, let’s cock the fickle hammer, smack unlock
Yeah, we stock a sickle damned to crack the clock
Heed the call of Ixodes
They feed off the fears that crawl
Heed the call of Ixodes
So read, weep or tear it all apart
Rear your righteous heart
Tear it all apart
And start to clear your treacherous chart
Tear it all apart
And heed the call of Ixodes
Yes. Heed the call...
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2. |
Fit for Swine
04:15
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Spreading a disease of animal ability
Born to mate, fornicate
Pigsty dynasties in livid negativity
Pitch black smoke is belching from below
Forgotten effigies will guarantee my vility
That huff of hate suffocate
Ah, little do they know
that this is it
Fit for swine inciting fear of fire
And yet they’re bound to get burned
Incinerated for the sake of swine kind
They’re driven by deceit, steered to be insidious
As if I pacify
When I bring the heat beyond the bloody hideous
Yes, I am Hephaestus set to blow
Still defy defeat, they really are fastidious
They still deny, vilify
But little do they know
that this is it
Fit for swine inciting fear of fire
And yet they’re bound to get burned
Incinerated for the sake of swine kind
Align upon the funeral pyre
And let all lessons unlearned
disintegrate within the awakened swine mind
Oh, burn
Keep the world aglow, keep the infinite habit
Keep beacons lit, recommit
Little do they know apocalypse has hit
and this is it
Fit for…
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3. |
Exhaler
04:28
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Lust for the filth in the æther
For Athena’s leer
Thrust to the hilt underneath her
The hyena spear
Clamour, chaos
Bliss is near
Clamour, chaos
Disappear
Into the tunnels of Hell
Break at the peak of the passion
Let the fact impale
Achy physique in the fashion
of a whacked-in nail
Hammered, heinous
A breath so stale
Clamour - chaos
When Death exhale
Into the tunnels of Hell
To find it, to flay it, to fuck it and flee into extremity
Exhibit two minutes of glee and vile ecstasy
Into the tunnels of Hell
Sail on straight to failure
Hail the great Exhaler
Sail on straight to failure
Hail the great Exhaler
Sail on straight to failure
Hail the great Exhaler
Hail the latex tailor
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4. |
The Cosmoclast
05:01
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Oh, stay far away from the deep
Depleted cables creep
Oh, stay far away from the fields
It’s sown with swords and shields
Now Atlas yields
And cry, cry goodbye to the sea
The sea has ceased to be
Oh, cry! Cry goodbye to the sky
The sky's not fit to fly
The end is nigh
Stars upon magnificent quasars
The distant suns were never ours
Still we will be the ones to douse them
The Cosmoclast
Twisted spires precede decay
Dark desires to feed the fray
Stay far away
Physiomachia
Oh, stay
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5. |
A Three Krater Symposium
04:07
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Thus spoke the sympathetic night symposiarch
“I’ll mix three kraters to ignite a rosy spark”
The first is for a healthy crown - One krater down
And in accordance with the fragment of the play
The second toast shall fly the flag meant to portray
a notion love is all around - Two kraters down
Then to conclude let's quaff a crusty cup for sleep
As wise men wander off we must break up to keep
our reputation and renown - Three kraters down
A gilded lie
Okay, one more yet some begin to act akin a clown
And Dionysis spin his grin into a frown - Four kraters down
Soon shouts emit, scold and drown
And bit by bit everything golden is turning brown - Five kraters down
This sunken level of the standard will result
in drunken revel steeped in slander and insult
A thousand wretched words bestrown - Six kraters down
A gilded lie laid right
Here’s for black eyes, fighting arise
Heaven is quarrel and heaven is vice
Seven kraters down
Here’s for the straw, summon the law
Hate is a plate better served in the raw
Eight kraters down
Bile, bile
Wine lets woe defile a while
Nine kraters down
Madness, madness
When unconcious add uncladness
Ten kraters down, yeah
A gilded lie laid right
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6. |
Cemetery Swarm
02:47
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Cemeteries
Nobody knows
Teeming with eerie foes
Emissaries
Cold and morose
Seemingly comatose
And so the acolyte is upon us
Shuffles across the crimson sepulchre
We know the appetite of Chronos
In time
this scion will be driven to his knees
Cemeteries
Year after year
Pining to interfere
Emissaries
Stifle a cheer
Finally time is near
And so the hierophant is upon us
Staggers across the crimson sepulchre
A flow of pyromantic menace
erupts
The mortal man is swallowed by the swarm
Cemeteries
Emissaries
Cemetery swarm
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7. |
Blästed
02:30
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Blästed days lambästed to a haze
Hair of the mongrel
Ensnared among relics accrued
Something felt wrong, well fusion ensued
Foregone conclusions got skewed
We'd risk it with whisky
A biscuit to whisk it away
Just as it brought frisky noggins astray
A different dog entered play
Oh, Spellbound the ladies
Dwelled ‘round its prey dismally
The Hellhound of Hades severed us free
Growled its endeavored decree
No voice so poisonous
A howling noise of affliction
Razing it all
Son of a bitch razed it all
Blästed
Blästed days lambästed to a haze
No more blästed days
(Why blästed days can’t last)
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8. |
Miracle
10:51
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East won't do it now, won't do the least
No drop of blood to the core from the sanguine colonies
South won't do it now, won't heed its mouth
No yellow bile to the core from choleric colonies
Miracle
It’s a miracle, twisted miracle
Strictly physical
Hey, I crave a victory, be it red or white
What the fuck is this, take me to my fatherland
Gone contradictory in the dead of night
What the hell is this, going full on fatherland
West won't do it now, won't be addressed
No fresh black bile to the core from melancholic colonies
North won't do it now, won't venture forth
No shred of phlegm to the core from phlegmatic colonies
Miracle (A broken embassy)
It’s a miracle, twisted miracle
This broken embassy is but a taste of eternity
Onward, onward, we won’t be cowed
Wouldn’t we go inward, inward
Into the core - Demeter at war
Behold the mended embassy before its weight and succour
Because this mended embassy became the state of eternity
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Goat the Head Trondheim, Norway
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inevitably had to come into existence as carnal metal band Goat the Head was spawned on the muddy riverbanks of Nidelva in the Norwegian wilderness.
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